For the record, the fellow had been serving in the Army in Europe until just a couple of months prior to the Blessèd Clintonian Event, was married to a woman in Texas, from whom he was never divorced, and by whom he had several children. Blythe's main claim to clintonian fatherhood was that he happened to die in a car wreck in Uncle Ray Kelly's Hot Springs Jurisdiction. Bill's Uncle Ray was wizard at court House paperwork, which is apparently somewhat less scrupulously done in Arkansas than in other places. It is somewhat doubtful that Blythe even ever met Bill's Mom, the ever-scintillating Miss Virginia Kelly.
Naturally, the MSM feels that Obama (aka Barry Soetoro, Barry Dunham, etc.), who carries the SS# of some dead guy from Connecticut, who has fraudulent draft records, and who cannot produce an actual Birth Certificate or a certified copy thereof, should get the same break. Nice people just don't talk about this sort of thing, unless the guy is a Republican.
So, Mr. Fossil. Just let's drop this line of inquiry, shall we? Our POTUS hath appeared amongst us by miraculous means that we mere mortals are not at the pay grade to discuss.
KB
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You made my day.
I loathed Slick Willie, but nothing like the Obastard.